ANCILLARY MATERIAL

First Past Life Memory Testimonial

After testing our advertisement calling for anyone with past life memories that might have a connection with the pre-glacial civilization in Antarctica on a few sample social media pages and discussion groups (see below) we received the following message from a past life regression therapist in New Zealand.

PAST LIFE MEMORY RESEARCH INSTITUTE

Message from H.W. in Dunedin, NZ

I saw your posting on a “Soul Memories” discussion group and thought you might be interested in one of my patients.
Jake (not his real name of course) is consumed by almost pathological jealousy. This affects nearly all aspects of his professional and emotional life and has already been the cause of his three divorces.

After several years of ineffectual psychotherapy, he came to me in near desperation to see if this obsession was rooted in an earlier existence. He proved to be a good subject and we were able to regress through several lives. But all of them were characterised by a similar type of consuming jealousy, to a greater or lesser degree. Finally, I gently induced him into a deeper hypnotic state and asked him to go to the root cause of his jealousy, wherever, whenever that might have been…

His face immediately screwed up in an expression of rage…

H.W. “They have it all,”he snarled.“The blessings, all the blessings…”

Who has all these blessings?

H.W. “Those… behind their walls… inside their protection… And we were left behind…”

By them?

H.W.: “No. By the architects… their fathers… I hate them. We all hate them…”

Can you tell me when all this is happening?

H.W.: “Three thousand years after the architects built their accursed walls… that’s when. After they shut us out because we weren’t good enough… But now we’ll take our own… We’re going to take it back…!”

Where are you now?

H.W.: “We’re all on the borders, massing… and we’re going to take their putrid, festering, whore-hole of a glinting city…”

Can you tell me where this city is? In what part of the world?

H.W.: “On the great continent. Where else? The first continent. Where the architects came out of the southern ice…

ANCILLARY MATERIAL

First Past Life Memory Testimonial

After testing our advertisement calling for anyone with past life memories that might have a connection with the pre-glacial civilization in Antarctica on a few sample social media pages and discussion groups ‘(see below) we received the following message from a past life regression therapist in New Zealand.

Within the environment of the Zandernatis meta-realist allegory project, this obviously had to be included, so apart from it being posted here, it will be featured in Volume One, due for publication in a few days…

PAST LIFE MEMORY RESEARCH INSTITUTE

Message from H.W. in Dunedin, NZ

I saw your posting on a “Soul Memories” discussion group and thought you might be interested in one of my patients.
Jake (not his real name of course) is consumed by almost pathological jealousy. This affects nearly all aspects of his professional and emotional life and has already been the cause of his three divorces.

After several years of ineffectual psychotherapy, he came to me in near desperation to see if this obsession was rooted in an earlier existence. He proved to be a good subject and we were able to regress through several lives. But all of them were characterised by a similar type of consuming jealousy, to a greater or lesser degree. Finally, I gently induced him into a deeper hypnotic state and asked him to go to the root cause of his jealousy, wherever, whenever that might have been…

His face immediately screwed up in an expression of rage…

H.W. “They have it all,”he snarled.“The blessings, all the blessings…”

Who has all these blessings?

H.W. “Those… behind their walls… inside their protection… And we were left behind…”

By them?

H.W.: “No. By the architects… their fathers… I hate them. We all hate them…”

Can you tell me when all this is happening?

H.W.: “Three thousand years after the architects built their accursed walls… that’s when. After they shut us out because we weren’t good enough… But now we’ll take our own… We’re going to take it back…!”

Where are you now?

H.W.: “We’re all on the borders, massing… and we’re going to take their putrid, festering, whore-hole of a glinting city…”

Can you tell me where this city is? In what part of the world?

H.W.: “On the great continent.

Where else?

H.W.: The first continent. Where the architects came out of the southern ice…”